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Feb 2012
Do you see me,
Or look right through me?
Am I your looking glass,
Your only way to see better grass?

I feel so used
Completely abused.
You are alone,
I am forever on my own.

You ask for sympathy
Aware of my over-flowing empathy.
You cannot see past your face.
How would you fell if you took my place?

But just as one predicted,
I am hopelessly addicted.
I can't let go of this pain
All of this has been in vain.

Who ever said love
Was a gentle as a dove
Never heard your voice
And always had a choice.
cellobello
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